You Don't Want Me Like That

If you hated me, it'd be easier I'd stop thinking I could make it work I know what's coming's really gonna hurt Or if I hated you, I would've never tried Molding myself into a shape you'd like Only for you to say that I look fine Hmm, it's a habit you've conditioned Wonder if you know you're bad Only giving me enough to keep me on an open tab Wanna tell you that I miss you That I'll meet you where you're at You wouldn't say it back 'Cause you don't want me like that You don't want me like that You don't want a picture of me, sitting on your nightstand You don't wanna touch me in the way we both know you can You just like the way I feel stuck in the palm of your hand You don't want me like that Where do you get off on it making pretty girls cry? I do the extra credit but you're never satisfied I keep you center stage while you keep me on the side Still I'm crossing all the lines and dotting all my I love you's But you'll never say it too You won't call it what it is You just call me when you're blue Yeah, the fantasy is cute 'Til I'm caught up on the catch I would give you all I have but You don't want me like that You don't want me like that You don't want a picture of me sitting on your nightstand You don't wanna touch me in the way we both know you can You just like the way I feel stuck in the palm of your hand You don't want me like that You don't want me like that You don't want a picture of me sitting on your nightstand You don't wanna touch me in the way we both know you can You just like the way I feel stuck in the palm of your hand You don't want me like that I stay up waiting for you Hold my breath like one, two On my knees bloody, bruised Can't keep waiting You don't want me like that You don't want me like that You don't want a picture of me sitting on your nightstand You don't wanna touch me in the way we both know you can You just like the way I feel stuck in the palm of your hand You don't want me like that You don't want me like that You don't want a picture of me sitting on your nightstand You don't wanna touch me in the way we both know you can You just like the way I feel stuck in the palm of your hand You don't want me like that